New York, 2012. It changed everyone somehow.
It changed Steve Rogers. It changed Tony Stark. Most of all though, it changed Aurelia Stark.
When nothing in Aurelia's world is what she thought it was, how will faces from her past change her whirlwind...
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One word from you and I would Jump off of this Ledge I'm on Baby -First Love / Late Spring, Mitski
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January 29th, 2013 Somewhere Over The Indian Ocean
"The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, ninety-three minutes ago." Rumlow explains as we all stand on the quinjet.
"Any demands?" Steve asks.
"A billion and a half."
"Not a lot then." I nod; everyone just stares at me, "Oh, come on! I was being sarcastic! I realize that a billion dollars is a lot."
"Mhm." Nat hums, not believing me.
"Why do they want so much?" I ask, ignoring her.
"Because it S.H.I.E.L.D's," Rumlow tells us.
"So it's not off-course, it's trespassing."
"I'm sure they have a good reason." Nat shrugs.
"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor." Steve declares.
"Relax, it's not that complicated."
"How many pirates?"
"Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc." Rumlow pulls up a photo of him on the monitor, "Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties."
"Hostages?" Steve questions.
"Uh...mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell." he pulls up a photo of Sitwell on the monitor, "They're in the galley."
I squint at the photo, "Huh, Sitwell? What's he doing on the launch ship?"
"Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, Ari, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get 'em out. Let's move."
